"Whoa." Dean breathed. "This really is worth the price. I feel like I should've dressed up more."
"You look fine, Dean." Cas stated.
Dean straightened his tie before finally opening the door to the restaurant. "Oh I'm very fine."
"Agreed." Cas nodded, cursing himself silently as he realized what he said.
Dean laughed off the comment as they walked up to a register.
"Welcome." A lady at the counter smiled. "Would you be interested in getting a special package? They're on sale for 15% off all this week."
"Yeah." Dean smirked. "Give us your most expensive."
"Okay." She grinned. "Just the two of you?"
"Yep." Dean chided.
"One honeymoon package..." She muttered, punching numbers into the computer. "That'll be $272.44."
Dean stepped to the side. "He's paying."
"Dean Smith," Cas sighed. "I hate you."
"With a fiery passion." Dean growled as Cas handed the woman his credit card.
She swiped it to the machine, tore off the receipt and handed both back to Cas. "Thank you. And enjoy your honeymoon."
"It's not our-" Cas started.
"C'mon, Cas." Dean chuckled. "Leave it."
"But-"
"No buts." Dean smiled, leading Cas back to the room labeled for the honeymoon packages.
Cas shook his head at Dean as he showed the man outside his receipt and was allowed in. They took the table by the door and furthest away from the stage. Most of the other couples were sitting up close to the stage or minding their own business on a side of the room.
"I see that the ordering process is quite fancy." Cas mused.
"This is fucking awesome!" Dean grinned, quickly sitting down by Cas and pulling the iPad out of it's slot under the table. "Three hundred bucks was a steal!"
"You think so?" Cas asked.
"My brother, Sammy, he and his girl have gone to some of these fancy ass restaurants before." Dean stated. "He makes good money."
"What does he do?" Cas inquired.
"He's got his doctorate in Law." Dean lied.
"That's a well paying job." Cas replied.
"It is." Dean smiled as he scrolled through the options on the iPad.
"This is very convenient." Cas stated, clicking on the Italian food category.
"I love it." Dean breathed. "We don't have to get up or anything. Ooh. They have Purple Nurples!"
"They have what?" Cas scoffed.
"Purple Nurples. It's a kind of drink. Don't know what's in it, but it's great." Dean answered.
"Don't get drunk." Cas snapped.
"I won't." Dean laughed. "I'm responsible."
"Responsible..." Cas snorted. "Sure...Says the one who got himself shot doing God knows what."
"I told you." Dean chuckled. "I didn't get shot."
"That was totally a bullet wound." Cas growled.
"Was not..." Dean muttered as he returned to scrolling through meals.
"Fine. Whatever." Cas sighed. "It's none of my business."
"Exactly. I'm your tenant. I am not obligated to tell you about my personal life." Dean smirked.
"Well." Cas put his hands on the table and stood up. "Then I'm not obligated to buy you dinner."
"Oh no you don't." Dean grabbed Cas's arm and pulled him back down. "We had a deal."
"You should've known I was going to leave. I already paid for this." Cas said.
"Asshole..." Dean muttered, looking over at Cas's screen. "Holy crap. How many things are you getting?"
"I can't decide." Cas shrugged. "They all sound so appetizing. So I'm getting a little bit of a lot of things."
"I guess that makes sense." Dean mused. "Might as well indulge while we're here, right?"
"Right." Cas nodded. "So how are you indulging?"
"Don't know." Dean smirked. "So many choices."
"Well, hurry up." Cas ordered.
"Impatient prick." Dean retorted.
"Fuck you." Cas replied flatly. "Can I have them bring the beverages at least?"
"Knock yourself out." Dean smiled.
Cas hit a few buttons on the tablet and then set it back down. "They should be bringing them shortly."
"I love how we can just sit on our asses this whole time, not having to do a thing." Dean sighed contently.
"That makes you sound lazy." Cas stated.
"Have you met me?" Dean scoffed. "I am lazy."
"Of course I've met you." Cas answered.
Dean laughed before replying. "Still. Lazy ass alert." Dean pointed to himself with his thumbs.
"I think those are our drinks." Cas said, turning towards the door. A man entered, a silver platter on one of his hands. He walked over to their table and placed a glass of champagne in front of Cas and the rest of the bottle beside it. He then placed a larger glass of Dean's purple nurple drink in front of him. The man gave them both a curt smile before turning and leaving.
"Have you decided what you're going to get yet?" Cas asked.
"I think I'm going to go with a burger." Dean stated.
"A burger?" Cas choked.
"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" Dean chuckled.
"That's all? Just a burger?" Cas scowled.
"Well, I'll get some chips on the side, too." Dean mused. "But like I said. Is there a problem with that?"
"A problem?" Cas laughed. "I paid nearly three hundred dollars to take your sorry ass out here and all you want is a burger?"
Dean nodded. "I'm in the mood for it."
"Well don't be in the mood for it now!" Cas exclaimed. "Get my money's worth."
"I am. These are probably the best burgers around here." Dean stated.
"At least get something else." Cas groaned.
"What if I'm not in the mood for something else?" Dean asked.
"Then get in the mood." Cas sighed.
"So demanding..." Dean chuckled. "I'll get more for dessert, okay?"
"I can't trust you with dessert!" Cas scoffed.
"Well, too bad." Dean held up the iPad and hovered his finger over the button. "I'm ordering a burger."
"Oh no you're not." Cas pushed Dean's hand away from the order button and tried to grab the tablet.
"Hey, hey, hey." Dean pushed Cas's head away. "This is my order."
"Yes, I know that." Cas growled. "Which I am not letting you order."
"You're not the boss of me." Dean smiled challengingly.
"I might as well be. You're living in my house." Cas scowled, nearly pushing Dean over as he tried to reach the iPad.
"Aren't I your boss though? I'm paying you for your services." Dean smirked, going in once again to the order button.
"Don't me make do this." Cas threatened.
"I'm ordering this burger whether you like it or not." Dean stated. "So bite me."
Cas grabbed Dean's hand right before he clicked the order button and bit down on it.
"What the hell?!" Dean cried, more in laughter than frustration. "I didn't mean literally, you idiot!"
"How am I supposed to know that?" Cas asked, a sly look in his eyes despite his innocent tone.
"You ass." Dean laughed. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
"I don't think I did." Cas replied. "Apparently I'm an idiot."
"Oh my God I hate you." Dean groaned. "Now I am ordering this bacon cheeseburger whether you like it or not."
"I don't do well with disagreement." Cas snarled, making one last lunge for the iPad, but in passing, accidentally knocking Dean's drink down.
"Ah shit!" Dean cried, quickly scooting next to Cas to avoid getting any more drink on his clothes.
"Oh my God, Dean! I'm so sorry!" Cas exclaimed, quickly gathering some napkins from the dispenser as Dean uprighted the tipped glass.
Dean mopped up the spill on the booth while Cas got the table. Cas pulled out some more napkins from the container and handed them to Dean.
"I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear." Cas stated.
"I know." Dean laughed as he wiped down his stomach and lap. "See? I told you there was no need for suits. This should come out in the wash. And if it doesn't, oh well. It's just jeans an old shirt."
"I think I owe it to you to get that burger now." Cas mumbled.
"I win." Dean smiled.
"Don't be so immature." Cas snapped.
Dean laughed into his chest, looking over at Cas and smiling. After a moment, Cas gave in and smiled back.
"Don't be so mature." Dean countered.
"There's nothing wrong with maturity." Cas said, subtly moving closer to Dean.
"There's nothing wrong with immaturity." Dean growled, moving closer to Cas.
"No, but there's a time and a place, Dean." Cas whispered, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, well whatever." Dean shrugged, gently pressing their lips together and closing his own eyes.
What the hell are you doing? What. The hell. Are. You doing? Dean Winchester, you are kissing another man. I repeat. You are kissing a guy.
Dean ignored the thoughts racing through his head as he pressed more firmly into Cas.
After a moment, Cas pulled away, extremely red-faced.
Dean stood up and pulled his shirt from his stomach, the wetness of the drink making it cling to him. "I'm going to go to the bathroom and see if I can get this washed up a little."
"Okay." Cas nodded.
As soon as Dean was in the bathroom, he pulled out his phone. "C'mon, Sammy. Pick up..."
"Hey, Dean." Sam answered.
"Thank God." Dean breathed. "I am freaking out, Sam. Freaking out."
"What'd you do now?" Sam laughed.
"I kissed Cas." Dean stated.
"Cas? As in Castiel Novak? As in-" Sam chuckled.
"Yes that Cas." Dean snapped.
"Oh my God. Charlie needs to hear this." Sam burst out laughing. "I'll patch her in now."
"No!" Dean exclaimed. "Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare."
"Too late." Sam chided as a sequence of beeps came over the line.
"Yo, Sam." Charlie smirked. "What's up?"
"Dean and Cas K-I-S-S-I-N-G! That's what." Sam sang."
Dean pulled the phone away from his ear as a loud squeal rang out.
"I knew it!" She yelled.
"No, but you're not getting it." Dean growled. "I kissed Cas. Cas! Of all people! He's a dude!"
"So?" Sam asked.
"I don't go for dudes." Dean stated.
"Apparently you do now." Charlie retorted.
"Oh shut up." Dean scowled as a toilet flushed.
"What was that?" Charlie laughed.
"Dean, are you hiding in the bathroom?" Sam smiled. "The last time you did that was 8th grade!"
"Well, this is important." Dean sighed. "What do I do?"
"What do you mean what do you do?" Charlie scoffed. "You're the king of one night stands."
"Yes, Charlie. I want to have a one night stand with my landlord who is a guy. I don't swing that way." Dean rolled his eyes.
"She has a point, Dean." Sam snorted. "All you ever do is flirt and hit on people. You're smoother than a newborn's ass."
"For fucks sake!" Dean cried, grabbing the attention of a few men in the bathroom. "I practically made out with the guy and I fucking liked it."
"Congratulations." Charlie clapped. "I think you like guys."
"I swear to God I don't." Dean groaned. "I am not attracted to dudes at all."
"But I thought you just said you enjoyed making out with Cas?" Sam smirked.
"Maybe a little, but Cas is..." Dean huffed in annoyance.
"Different." Charlie breathed. "Cas is different."
"Yeah, sure." Dean muttered.
"I think you're falling for him, but maybe that's all you're falling for." Sam suggested.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean scoffed.
"It means, that maybe you're just attracted to Cas and it doesn't matter if he's a guy or girl, because it's who Cas is that you like and not what he looks like or what 'parts' he has." Sam replied.
"Oh..." Dean mumbled.
"Good point, Sam!" Charlie exclaimed. "Woo!"
"I have to get back before he wonders what's taking me so long." Dean sighed. "I'll get back with you later."
"Wait are you two like on a date or something?" Charlie grinned.
"No...kind of...it's complicated." Dean answered.
"Yeah. You're totally not jonesing for this dude. Not at all." Charlie laughed.
"Fuck you." Dean scowled, hanging up the phone.
Cas quickly dialed Gabriel's number, impatiently drumming his fingers on the table.
"Wassup, Cassie?" Gabriel asked. "Your little date with Dean over already?"
"No. He's in the bathroom cleaning up his shirt." Cas responded.
"I take it you're not calling me to pass the time then?" Gabriel asked.
"Of course not." Cas stated.
"Then why exactly are you calling me?" Gabriel chuckled.
"We kissed." Cas said quietly.
"You and Dean?"
"No. Me and the janitor." Cas retorted. "Of course Dean."
"Well congratulations then." Gabriel smirked.
"No. Not congratulations." Cas scowled. "He's my tenant. He is my straight – I think – tenant."
"Straight you think?" Gabriel laughed.
"This isn't funny." Cas snapped.
"I'm finding this quite entertaining." Gabriel snorted.
"How?" Cas demanded.
"You're not serious, right?" Gabriel scoffed.
"No. No I am serious." Cas stated. "Now how the hell is this situation relatively humorous?"
"In short, an extremely hot, charming man who lives in your house, who you thought you never had a chance with just kissed you and you call me up complaining about it." Gabriel remarked. "I mean, you have had a serious crush on him since the day he moved in."
"No I haven't." Cas muttered.
"I am your brother, Cassie. You can't hide shit from me. And you totally had the hots for Dean-o!" Gabriel exclaimed. "So why the hell are you complaining?"
"Because it is by far the weirdest potential relationship I've witnessed. A man living with his boyfriend tenant under the same roof while his boyfriend is still paying him." Cas frowned.
"So Dean's your boyfriend now?" Gabriel asked.
"No of course not!" Cas snapped. "But this is why if he were that it wouldn't work."
"You'll never know if you don't try." Gabriel stated.
Cas sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "Just what do I do?"
"If you can get with that, then get with that." Gabriel snorted.
"I doubt he'd want to 'get with me'." Cas muttered.
"Nonsense." Gabriel retorted. "You said you two kissed right?"
"That's correct." Cas nodded.
"Did he hate it?" Gabriel asked.
"I don't think so." Cas mumbled. "I mean, I was the one to cut it off."
"Why the hell would you?" Gabriel laughed.
"Why the hell wouldn't I? I don't think he likes me that well." Cas sighed.
"Doesn't like you that well? The guy threatened to pound Bartholomew's ass in for you. He risked his life to ensure your safety when that son of a bitch broke in. I mean, and he just fucking made out with you and you think that he doesn't like you?" Gabriel scoffed. "You're a big boy, Cassie. Work this one out on your own."
Cas groaned as he heard the steady beeping of dial tone.
Dean sat down at the table just as Cas was putting the phone back in his pocket. "Someone call?"
"Just my brother." Cas answered.
"Oh. Mine too. That's what took me so long." Dean chuckled. "Brothers. Gotta love 'em. I mean I was trying to talk to him and he thought it would be funny to patch in Charlie and have her laugh at my failure."
"Gabriel doesn't need someone else to help him with that. He's the kind to laugh and then hang up in your face leaving you pissed off and clueless." Cas scowled.
"Well someone's pissy." Dean laughed.
"Well my brother's an ass, so..." Cas shrugged. "And I wouldn't call me completely pissy. I'd just say agitated."
"Aren't you always a little agitated?" Dean smirked.
"I suppose. Is there anything not to be agitated about?" Cas asked.
"Not at the moment." Dean stated.
"If I want I can find anything to be agitated about." Cas said.
"Trust me when I say I know." Dean smiled. "Did you order yet?"
"Oh...no." Cas chuckled.
"Well, why don't we do that then?" Dean laughed, pulling out the iPad under the table and hitting the order button and Cas doing the same.
"Wait. Did you still order only a cheeseburger?" Cas asked.
"Yeah." Dean answered. "Why?"
Cas sighed, taking a sip of his champagne. "After that gets served, you're ordering more."
"Am I now?" Dean smirked.
"You are." Cas stated.
"Yeah, well whatever you say." Dean mused.
"Whatever I say?" Cas furrowed his brows. "So whatever I say you'll do?"
"As long it's publicly acceptable then what the hell? Sure." Dean snorted.
"Okay. I only have one request." Cas stated.
"What that?" Dean smiled.
"Tell me the truth." Cas said.
"Sure." Dean nodded.
"Do you like me?" Cas asked.
"What kind of question is that?" Dean laughed.
"You didn't answer." Cas replied.
"No. I'm going to totally move in with someone I hate and can't stand. Of course I like you, dumbass." Dean retorted. "Don't tell me you think I don't like you."
Cas remained silent.
"My God, Cas." Dean groaned. "You make no sense at all sometimes."
"I get that a lot." Cas stated.
"Yeah. Unsurprisingly." Dean snorted.
"Shut up." Cas smiled. "So next question."
"I'm not under arrest am I?" Dean smirked.
"I'm not a police officer, Dean. Why would you think that? Have you done something wrong?" Cas demanded, causing Dean to burst out laughing.
"No, I am a good little boy. I haven't murdered anyone, Cas." Dean chuckled.
"Speaking of murder, why did you want to go 'pound in' Bartholomew's ass?" Cas asked.
"Two reasons." Dean answered. "One. I care about you. Two. Who wouldn't after what he did? He's a TFD. Total Fucking Douchebag. By the way, if you change your mind, the offer's still up and it always will be."
"That will not be necessary." Cas stated. "I would very much enjoy it, but it is not necessary."
"I would enjoy it, too." Dean smiled. "Any other requests before we dig into this delicious looking food?"
A waiter came by and set down the small plates of food in front of Cas and then Dean's burger and chips in front of him.
"God damn, Cas. You really did order a lot." Dean snorted.
"Yes, well. Like you said, I am indulging." Cas stated. "So once I've eaten all the food here, I'll choose my favorite course and order a full serving of that...while you're sitting there with a bacon cheeseburger and french fries."
"Don't bash the BCB." Dean pouted.
"At least I know what I'm missing out on when I order." Cas said.
"Well, I'll be doing that for dessert, so you can't win that easily." Dean growled.
"Don't be so immature." Cas smirked.
"Is it just me or déjà vu?" Dean asked.
"I think it's just you." Cas stated.
"And they say you're mature." Dean scoffed.
"Who's they? Who is talking about me?" Cas asked.
"No one." Dean laughed.
"What happened to you telling me the truth? How do I know you haven't been lying this whole time?" Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean.
"Cas..." Dean groaned. "Don't be an idiot."
"I'm not." Cas stated.
"You are if you think that people are really talking about you." Dean smiled.
"Well you said you were bing honest and then said they were. See, this is why I have trust issues." Cas replied.
"Aw, c'mon buddy. You can trust me." Dean sang.
"That makes you sound even more suspicious." Cas said.
"But I'm not. So therefore, you should trust me." Dean grinned.
"I believe your logic is flawed." Cas mused.
"I believe my logic is perfectly understandable." Dean countered.
"Shit." Cas breathed.
"What?" Dean asked.
"It's raining again." Cas answered.
"And we don't have umbrellas again." Dean sighed. "This should be fun."
"Of course it will." Cas chimed. "The rain is great."
"Yeah. Unless you're walking home in T-Shirts and jeans like we are." Dean retorted.
"I do not understand how you find the rain so unsettling." Cas stated.
"It's cold and wet." Dean rolled his eyes.
"That's what you say every time it rains, Dean." Cas said. "You need to grow a pair and accept the fact that for the moment at least, you are living in Florida and it rains here. Why you are not used to rain, despite the fact that you lived in D.C., fuck knows, but for the time being, you need to get used to it."
"Jesus." Dean breathed. "Someone's not having anymore of my shit today."
"I've never had any of your shit. That would terribly disgusting." Cas grimaced.
"Figure. Of. Speech. My God, Cas." Dean laughed. "Think these things through."
"I never know with you, Dean." Cas mused. "You could mean all sorts of things."
"Well I would never mean giving you my crap in a jar." Dean shuddered. "Because this is totally the topic to be discussing over dinner. Sarcasm!"
"I know that." Cas stated.
"Oh I see." Dean laughed. "When I don't say it, you don't understand sarcasm, but when I say it, you understand it. God, I can't stand you sometimes."
"The feeling is mutual." Cas replied.
"Fuck off." Dean laughed.
"After you." Cas smiled.
"What did I tell you?" Dean groaned. "It's fucking pouring again."
"So?" Cas shrugged walking out from under the hangover of the restaurant and began walking in the rain.
"Are you fucking insane?" Dean scoffed.
"Not a bit!" Cas replied. "Now come on, Dean!"
Dean pulled his shirt over his head, not noticing Cas's eyes inspecting every inch of his chest. Dean held his shirt over his head as he walked out towards Cas.
"That's not going to work, Dean." Cas stated. "Trust me. I've tried. You'll just get colder in the end."
"You mean like your attitude?" Dean smirked.
"At least I'm not afraid of a little water." Cas growled.
"I'm not afraid!" Dean exclaimed. "I'm just not in the mood to get soaked because some stubborn ass refuses to bring a fucking umbrella."
"Well you know what, Dean?" Cas asked.
"What?" Dean shrugged.
"If it's that important to you, the how about you carry an umbrella with you at all times?" Cas suggested.
"See. Cold as your attitude." Dean mused. "Actually I think your attitude's colder."
"Fuck. You." Cas scowled.
"We must be Olivia Newton and John Travolta because don't we just go together." Dean retorted.
"I think we make a rather nice pair." Cas said, pulling his jacket tighter over his chest.
"You're getting cold, aren't you?" Dean laughed.
"No. It's just...windy." Cas muttered. "And the wind is a little...chilly."
"You're cold! You're cold!" Dean sang.
"Don't be so immature." Cas growled.
"Wow, someone's desperate." Dean snorted. "Trying the same line three times?"
"You're just being extremely immature today." Cas stated.
"Sure." Dean rolled his eyes.
"You are. Not everything is a competition, Dean." Cas replied.
"If it were, we know who'd win every time." Dean smirked.
"Certainly not you. At least not with a superiority complex like that." Cas responded.
"If I have a superiority complex, then you have a God complex." Dean retorted.
"That's absurd!" Cas exclaimed.
"So is me having a superiority complex." Dean mused.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you had a hero complex." Cas stated.
"Oh fuck you." Dean snorted, bumping into Cas with his shoulder.
Cas shoved Dean back with his hand, Dean slipping on some wet ground and falling.
"Are you okay, Dean?" Cas quickly crouched down.
"I'm fine. Just a little muddy." Dean laughed, sitting up.
Cas extended his arm to help Dean up. Dean grabbed onto it, but the asphalt was too wet and Cas fell down, too.
"Dammit, Dean." Cas growled.
"That's not my fault." Dean chuckled.
"Might as well have been. Now we're both muddy." Cas groaned.
"And that's only because someone likes the rain and doesn't need an umbrella." Dean smiled slyly. "If you had just-"
"Shut up, Dean." Cas snapped. "I don't want to hear it."
"It's your own damn fault." Dean snorted, pulling himself to a stand against a wall.
"Well that doesn't matter. I'll blame it on you if I want." Cas stated.
"You're so obstinate." Dean laughed, keeping one hand on the wall while reaching the other one down to help Cas up.
Cas grabbed onto Dean's arm and hoisted himself up. He brushed the mud off the backs of his pants and sighed.
"Now. Let's get home so I can take a shower and get this mud out of my hair." Cas scowled.
"You need to grow a pair and accept the fact that for the moment at least, you are living in Florida and it rains here. Why you are not used to mud, despite the fact that you lived here your whole life, fuck knows, but you need to get used to it." Dean smirked.
"Did you just-" Cas stammered.
"I did." Dean growled.
"Go to hell." Cas muttered, as they turned down the street to Cas's house.
"Ugh." Dean moaned, twisting to look at his back. "It looks like I bathed in a tub full of horse shit."
"Or that you slipped and fell into some mud." Cas said.
"'Slipped'. You mean that I was pushed by an ass?" Dean laughed. "Besides, the truth isn't that creative."
"I'm not an ass." Cas mumbled.
"Yes you are." Dean whispered. "But don't worry. So am I. We can be asses together."
"Well I knew you were an ass." Cas mused as they walked up the walkway to the front patio.
"I'm not that bad." Dean stated.
"No. You're only half an ass." Cas replied. "You're like one butt cheek."
"Did you seriously just say that?" Dean burst out laughing.
"Yes." Cas nodded.
Dean put a hand on Cas's shoulder in support as he bent over in laughter. "That is the best insult I've ever heard!"
"Thank...you?" Cas responded.
Dean took a deep breath as he collected himself and stood back up. Cas moved Dean's hand off his shoulder, took his jacket off, setting it on a chair, and went back out in the rain.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean chuckled.
Cas tilted his head back and scrubbed his hair violently.
"Washing my hair." Cas answered.
"You area aware that this isn't a shower right now, right?" Dean asked.
"Of course, but there's no way in hell I'm going to risk clogging up my plumbing with mud and dirt." Cas explained. "I recommend you do the same or else you'll be paying for the plumber. Cas proceeded to take off his shoes and dump them out before throwing them on the patio.
"We should do that more often, you know?" Cas said after a moment.
"Which part? The dinner thing, the getting soaked in freezing cold rain thing, or the mud slide thing?" Dean laughed.
"I was thinking more along the lines of the kissing thing, but those'll do just fine." Cas muttered.
"Really?" Dean smirked.
Cas nodded.
"And if I said no?" Dean asked.
"Then we'll forget it ever happened." Cas shrugged.
"Well..." Dean walked over to Cas.
"What do you think I'm going to say? Honestly." Dean hummed.
"I'm pretty sure you're going to say no." Cas stated, standing back up and looking at Dean.
"Why would you think that?"
"Besides the fact that you're obviously attracted my cousin?" Cas shrugged.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're very straightforward?" Dean laughed.
"All the time." Cas nodded. "But in my mind, if you want something, just ask for it. It's a waste of your time and mine if I just sit there dropping subtle hints that go nowhere, right?"
"Got a point there." Dean mused.
"Speaking of wasting time..." Cas folded his arms over his chest. "Quit wasting mine and tell me what your response is."
Dean stepped closer to Cas so their noses were almost touching. "You don't get to hear anything until we're out out of this fucking rain." Dean whispered, turning around and heading back to the patio.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cas exclaimed.
Dean leant smugly against the doorframe. "Well? You want your response or what?"
"Not. Anymore." Cas scowled, storming past him and into the house before calling back, "That's what you get for being an ass!"
Dean burst out laughing as he grabbed Cas's shoes and coat and brought them inside.
A/N: Oh my God. I am exhausted. Vegas is exhausting. *groans* I mean, I'm sitting there on the way home telling myself, "I'm not going to fall asleep. I'm not going to fall asleep." And i'm drifting in and out typing two words before falling back asleep and ugh. I hate being tired. But at the same time it's refreshing. Idk. *shrugs* We all have those days. This chapter ended up being 16 fucking pages okay. Wow. Longest chapter I've written since december I believe. 0_0
I can not express in words how disappointed I was tonight though. At 5 until 8 I sit down on my mom's bed and Ihave my laptop and charger and I turn on the TV all excited and then I hear, "I'm _ and a new episode of The 100 is coming on next'. I was so devastated because that's supernatural time. So I went on the CW site and thought maybe I misread the time. Maybe it's 9. Well, apparently it's all the way on the 15th. I hate all this waiting. Were all the seasons this hectic. *sigh* Reasons I watch netflix.